(D. Pickerill/P. O'Donoughue)
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It's no use you saying
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That you can't be staying
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'Round this place anymore
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Then there's no point remaining
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That the sky keeps on raining
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'Round this particular door
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Then it's no surprise
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All you keep giving me
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All you keep giving me
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Are your alibis
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They're only alibis
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It's no use you dreaming
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Of old times and feelings
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That just aren't there anymore
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Then there's no use you scheming
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About ways to stop me leaving
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Because I've heard it all before
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And it's no surprise
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All you keep giving me
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All you keep giving me
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Are your alibis
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They're only alibis
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There's no sense in crying
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Or sitting down and sighing
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It doesn't work anymore
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And talking's out of fashion
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There's no substitute for passion
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And I can't take it anymore
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And it's no surprise
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'Cos all you keep giving me
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All you keep giving me
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Are your alibis
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All you keep giving me
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All you keep giving me
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Are your alibis
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All you keep giving me
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All you keep giving me
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Are your alibis
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Alibi's (Your Alibis)
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Lisa Stansfield |